PROLOGUE(1)
My name is Nethmus, the first and only [RANK 8] known to Earthlings.
I have been mandated by the [TRUE GOD] to recount the tale of the Primean Empire.
First, let me speak of the time known as the First Earth.
Back then, the variety of races was far greater than what remains today.
The races of that ancient age included:
1. Humans
Beings with two arms and legs, two eyes, one mouth, and two ears on either side of their head.
Their skin tones, hair, and eye colors vary widely.
They are supremacists by nature and notoriously difficult to eliminate due to their cunning and adaptive intelligence.
2. Beastkin
A race of humanoid beasts.
Their societies are divided into clans and tribes, bound by blood, instinct, and ancient tradition.
3. Demons and Devils
"Friends to none, enemies to all."
Demons are typically muscular, humanoid creatures (excluding abominations) who respect strength above all, favoring brawn over intellect.
Devils, conversely, are their cunning counterparts—often resembling humans and known for their sharp appearances and sharper minds.
4. Marex
The most advanced race among all.
Described as beings with rough brown skin, no mouth—for they communicate via brainwave transmission—and three fingers per hand.
They are paragons of intelligence.
A myth whispers that when the [TRUE GOD] forged creation, He granted the Marex the gift of Pinnacle Intelligence.
I am one of them.
5. Elves
Sentient beings closest to nature.
With long ears and a humanlike appearance, they live in harmony with the natural world, valuing peace, balance, and growth above all.
6. Dwarves
Short, stout, and resilient.
The men proudly wear thick, flowing beards.
Dwarves are unparalleled craftsmen—blacksmiths and engineers who shape metal and machine with divine precision.
7. Orcs and Ogres
Brutish, wild, and feared.
With green skin, large noses, and savage habits, they are hated for their ways—stealing, destroying, and defiling all that stands in their path.
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But the world was not always this way.
Magic once flourished.
It was no myth.
Mana¹ and Worldly Energy² saturated existence, flowing freely like rivers through the realm.
It was the [TRUE GOD] who forged life and all that exists—from the grains of sand beneath our feet to the endless stars above.
To aid Him in this divine task, He created higher beings, and one [DEMI-GOD] to oversee the vastness of creation.
Those closest to Him were called Angels, ranked from [RANK 8] to [DEMI-GOD].
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Anker was the first being after Him.
The first Angel.
The only [DEMI-GOD].
He was the strongest of the legendary First Seven—the [QUASI-GODS]—and the right hand of the [TRUE GOD].
For millions of years, peace reigned in the heavens and the stars.
But not for long...
Anker sought POWER.
He asked himself, Why must the True God be the most powerful, the ruler of the universe, the only God? Why can't He share His power?
And so, he called his men.
Due to his blasphemous thoughts, he created Corrupted Mana.
This power, he infused into his men and created... beings so vile...
...not even a Demon would want his enemies to meet.
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Above a barren land, a seven-foot-tall man with six pure white wings floated in the air.
He was holding a golden sword with his two hands.
The man was so handsome, it left one's mouth agape.
He had blond hair that fell to his shoulders, a well-chiseled jaw, blue slit eyes, and a fit build.
He was silently flapping his wings high up in the air.
Behind him on the ground were people of different races, but what they had in common were the white wings on their backs.
Except for the blonde-haired man who had six wings... the rest had two.
To the opposite of the blonde-haired man and his army was another seven-foot-tall man—so handsome that the blonde-haired man was incomparable.
The other man had six wings that were pitch black.
He wore pure black armor, unlike the golden-haired man who wore golden armor.
The man had waist-length, pure black hair, crimson eyes, an angled jaw, and a pointed nose.
His face looked as if it were permanently locked into a smirk.
Behind him, on the ground, were humanoid creatures who were muscular, with dark bodies that had cracks running along them.
These cracks glowed red.
The names of these beings: Demons.
Among these demons was another species—few in number but with powerful auras surrounding them.
They changed their looks every second, but their base form was intangible black circular masses (like smoke) floating above the ground.
Their names: Enders.
Behind the smirking black-haired man were eleven humanoid figures, each nine feet tall.
Their features were covered in cloaks.
They were the smirking man's closest subordinates.
Their names: Inists.
"Tsk, tsk, Michael. Why do you look so stern? Come on, soften your handsome face a bit, eh? Or do you want to go ugly?"
The one referred to as Michael was the handsome blond-haired man who led the army of angels.
"Anker…" he started solemnly. "Even during a huge war like this, you still act so carefree."
"What can I say?... It's in my blood, it's in my veins."
Michael's lips twitched when he saw that Anker didn't listen.
He continued—
"You know it is the TG who gave you life, yet you go against Him. Why do you want to bite the hand that fed you—no, why are you biting the hand of the TG that fed you? Why—"
Before Michael could finish speaking, Anker suddenly attacked with two daggers—one pitch black, the other pure white.
His face had lost the permanent-looking smirk and was now a ferocious expression.
"Don't ever mention that man's name again!!!" Anker yelled.
He followed up with a slash through the empty air using one of his twin daggers, an [ORIGION RANK] weapon called Abyx.
The slash condensed a beam of pure darkness that surged toward Michael.
Michael then nonchalantly swatted the beam aside with his golden sword, Xaster.
At least, he tried to...
Michael's face turned horrified when the beam deflected his sword and sped toward his chest—but his chest plate protected him, producing a—
|CLANG!!!|
"H-How…?" Michael muttered, staring at the smirking Anker.
"What? Oh, you thought all the members of the First Seven had the same power? Hehe, that's true, but...
Look—I was the first ever Angel, the first entity that man created.
So you think He'd give y'all the same amount of strength He gave me? Pfft, please.
I only go against Him now because He created the universe a few million years ago so...
He should be in a weakened state.
Then I'll destroy Him… and claim control of the universe!" Anker declared.
The Inists proceeded to take off their hoods, revealing their features and emotions for the first time.
Michael then closed his eyes and sighed.
His own brother... was who he was going to fight now...
A determined expression then appeared on his face.
"|Sigh|…"
"ATTACK!!!"
And the battle...
...began.
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Nethmus' Note:
Please forgive me, for I cannot write the details of this battle, or else you, my readers, will get bored.
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The war raged on for months.
By the seventh month… it reached a brutal "conclusion."
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The two groups stood opposite each other, bruised and battered.
The only figures who remained unscathed were the leaders.
Michael lay sprawled on the ground, his back exposed to the sky, with Anker's foot planted firmly upon it.
Michael groaned, a pained sound escaping his lips.
"Ughh…"
"Oh, Michael," Anker cooed, "did you really think you could defeat me, let alone destroy me?"
He chuckled darkly. "Well, I'll give you another chance…"
"Join me," Anker said.
"NEVER!!!" Michael shouted, his eyes glowing crimson.
"I'LL NEVER JOIN YOU!!!"
"Yes, I've lost ninety percent of my men," he began, rising in defiance,
"But I'll NEVER join you," he finished.
Anker stared at him, clearly amused.
"What a fool," he said, gesturing with outstretched arms.
"Look around you."
"The one you're defending isn't even showing up at your dying moment."
He laughed—a low, guttural sound.
"And yet…"
"…you defend him," Anker said, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Michael struggled, attempting to rise—
|SMASH!|
Anker effortlessly stomped him back into the earth.
"Heartwarming speech, Michael," Anker said coolly.
"Unfortunately, I wasn't moved."
"And since you refuse to join me…"
"…then DIE."
He raised his second dagger—the pure white blade named Zentix—and drove it down—
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"Halt."
It was a single word.
But—
Anker stopped moving.
Anker stopped breathing.
The universe itself ceased to expand.
All things—light, life, time—froze.
At that moment, Anker realized just who he stood against.
Every soul—Anker, Michael, the Eleven Inists, the Demons and Enders, the Army of Angels, the rest of the First Seven, and even the non-participating angels—felt their spirits come under the gaze of a supreme being.
The gaze lingered upon the Enders and the Inists the longest, before finally departing from them…
They became the first forms of matter to leave the sight of the [TRUE GOD].
And every eye in the heavens witnessed what happens when something leaves the vision of the [TRUE GOD].
IT CEASES TO EXIST.
Then, HE shifted his focus to Anker.
Anker felt the gaze intensify—then soften.
Unworthy."
Suddenly, Anker felt half of his power being-
No.
He experienced half his power being forcibly stripped from his very essence.
"AHHH!!!"
The [TRUE GOD] watched… dispassionately.
Michael had long since recovered, now standing solemnly at a distance.
Though Anker was now his enemy, it was hard to truly despise the brother who once fought beside him.
After several days, Anker emerged from the torment.
Yet still, he felt the divine gaze anchored upon him.
He tilted his head slowly, both in dread… and in defiance.
Then the [TRUE GOD] spoke again.
To Earth."
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And then, something unimaginable occurred.
Reality itself—using the sacred laws of creation—ejected Anker toward Earth.
He tried to resist.
But when every fiber of creation worships the [TRUE GOD]…
Who can stand against HIM?
Then, the highest form of magical essence in all nature—KEON Energy—manifested as a massive golden fist.
It struck Anker with divine force.
And in an instant… space ruptured like shattered glass, bending beneath the divine blow.
Thus—
He was cast down unto Earth.
***
1. Mana is the energy that powers all magic.
It's like the fuel in a car or the battery in your phone—but for spells. Every time a mage casts fire from their hands, heals a wound, or bends reality, they're using mana.
Some are born with a natural flow of mana inside them. Others draw it from nature, ancient relics, or even the air around them.
Mana is invisible, but it's everywhere—like wind, like gravity, like breath. And when trained hands shape it, the impossible becomes real.